chapter 1

Living life as a man weighing over five hundred pounds was certainly not without its challenges, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. My entire pace of life had to change drastically; I had to get used to the idea that every sort of activity needed to be done in short fits rather than any sort of prolonged effort. I didn’t walk around too much anymore, but when I did I needed to stop and sit often, breaking to catch my breath.

I had become a total mouth-breather. My tongue was always hanging out over my lower lip as I huffed and puffed, desperately gasping for air. My body had become so big and heavy, my lungs just couldn’t get enough air. My girlfriend Sasha would make fun of me, telling me that I looked and sounded like a big fat dog, panting and drooling all over the place.

It sounds kind of demeaning, and I suppose it is, but I didn’t care. In fact, I kind of liked it. It’s such a turn-on for me to be teased and made fun of. She’d call me fatso, fat pig or porker. It all just served to remind me how big and greedy I’d really become.

Of course the biggest change was in my appetite. My eating was just completely out of control; I couldn’t get enough food to fill my huge belly no matter how much I ate. From the time I woke up in the morning until I passed out from sheer exhaustion at the end of the day I was stuffing my face constantly. Between Sasha and I, we determined that on a daily basis the two of us alone ate enough food to feed a family of five for over a month!

My work as a software engineer had allowed me to work from home and gave me a lot of flexibility. Several years back I had developed several crucial pieces of software that made me a lot of money. I had so many residual payments coming in that I was essentially able to retire from working altogether, and I could completely devote myself to being a full-time fat-ass!


At this point in my life, my days consisted of little more than eating and sleeping. Sasha and I still had a fairly active sex-life, although even that began to wane a bit the bigger I got. It was just so hard for me to move around, and the both of us were just so big and round all over; we were like two big fat and lazy lumps.

It was around this time that we both decided we needed some help around the house. We hired a young woman from the Philippines named Shirley. She was short and petite with a pleasant disposition. A dedicated worker and an excellent cook, Shirley kept Sasha and I well-fed and well taken care of day-in and day-out. Even though she didn’t speak much English, we both came to enjoy Shirley’s company and cared for her deeply as though she were a part of our family.


Soon I found myself caught up in a cycle of unending feasting and weight-gain. The more I ate, the more weight I gained, and the more weight I gained the more I ate. The numbers on the scale just kept going up and up and up: from five hundred and twenty eight to five hundred and fifty, to five hundred and sixty two - before long I was slowly creeping up to the six hundred pound mark. It was really incredible!

Sasha on the other hand seemed to have plateaued. She was already well over four hundred pounds when I met her, and as much as she had gained over the years with me, she still didn’t seem to be able to cross that five hundred pound threshold with me. As obese as she was, next to my nearly six hundred pound mound of flab she looked downright skinny.


“Something is missing here,” I said to her one evening as we lay in bed, our bodies taking up the entirety of our California king mattress. We had taken care to put some extra steel-reinforcements under the bed frame to ensure that we wouldn’t have another collapse!

“What do you mean?” she said, not looking up from the book she was reading.

“This,” I said, and I patted her on her soft tummy. It shook like a massive gelatinous blob. “You’re still the same size as you were months ago. How come I’m the only one who’s getting bigger here?”

“Because you’re a fucking pig, Adam!” she said, sounding a bit cool.

“Well this is true,” I said, “but so are you.”

“Excuse me,” she said. That got her attention. She put her book down and pulled her glasses off as she turned to look at me. “Who are you calling a pig, buster?” Then she poked me in my large belly.

“You’re my pig,” I said to her lovingly. “Just like I’m your pig. You get to fatten me up as much as you want to, and I get to fatten you up. That’s how it works!”

“Is that right?”

“Yup,” I said, “So we’re going to have to do something about this.”

Sasha was quiet for a moment. She put her glasses back on, but she didn’t pick the book back up. She just sat there for a while, looking like she had something on her mind but wasn’t sure how to put it into words.

“Adam,” she said finally, “I think my body has reached its peak; I really don’t think I can get any bigger than this.”

“What?” I said, sounding disappointed. I turned to her and tenderly placed a hand on top of her rotundity. “Don’t say that. You can get bigger! You just have to believe in yourself.”

“I don’t know, Adam,” she said, looking me in the eye. “I mean I know you like being this big and I know you like me to be fat, and believe me I really do like being fat too.”

There was a pregnant pause; I was starting to worry about what she might say next.

“I guess I just feel like I’m physically hitting my limits. I don’t know if I can get any bigger and still feel good about it. I love being fat and I know that I’ll always be fat — but I don’t know if I want to keep getting fatter.”

“But — “ I started to speak, then clammed up a bit. I started feeling emotional, almost as though I had been betrayed by her somehow. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I thought this is what we both wanted. I thought this was our dream.”

Sasha turned away from me, as if she just couldn’t bear to look at me anymore. I felt pathetic and humiliated in that moment, but I couldn’t hold myself back from showing my emotions and talking about my feelings.

“We have a great life here, don’t we?” I said.

“Of course we do,” she responded. “I love you and I love our life together.”

“We have everything we need to be able to live the perfect life of gluttony and laziness. We have all the money and food we need to stay fed and fat for the rest of our lives. We have a great caretaker here to help us with all of our needs; there’s nothing standing in our way, we can get as fat as we want.”

“Yes, I know.”

“So then,” I said to her as I took her plump chin in my hand and turned her head back toward me. “I want you to get fatter for me, Sasha. Just like I did for you.”

“Oh,” she bemoaned.

“Won’t you do it for me, Sasha? Won’t you get fatter — for me?”


She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply through her nose. It almost looked as if she were stopping herself from crying. Part of me felt bad for putting this kind of pressure on her, but I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t going settle for anything less.

“Okay, Adam,” she said finally, opening her eyes and looking dead into mine. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it just for you.”